Azalea

“No!” I cried, dropping to my knees beside Adriano’s bleeding body. “Why did you do that? Why did you take that bullet for me?”

Despite the pain and the blood spreading across his white shirt, he managed to give me a weak smile. “Because,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “I love you more than my own life.”

“You stupid fool!” Leo screamed in pure rage. “You ruined my perfect plan! I wanted you to watch her die slowly, not jump in front of bullets like some hero!”

But Leo’s angry words felt like distant noise. All I could focus on was the man bleeding in my arms, the...